Not only Gaba Muda, but Long Xingyun and others also displayed stunned expressions.
A second passed.
Suddenly Gaba Muda heard Yang Fan's voice coming over: "Interesting!"
This mysterious race instinctively glanced at Yang Fan and immediately saw the silhouette of the latter tilt its head back.
He followed suit and looked up at the sky.
Gaba Muda only took one look and was instantly shocked again.
A series of crescent moons of varying colors and sizes were hanging at different positions in the sky.
If there were only a few crescent moons, this mysterious race would not have been so surprised.
But the number of crescent moons was unexpectedly high, almost forming a line running through the center of the firmament.
A rough estimate suggested that there were no fewer than two hundred crescent moons.
Gaba Muda stared blankly for a while and suddenly recalled what Yang Fan had said earlier — what calamity did the Primordial Evil Race encounter back then?
